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rx papi - american pie كلمات الأغنية

yeah, real rx
yeah

walk in this b_tch and go live
walk down on an opp, hit him 4 times
lil n_gga with a big ass .45
in the trap with white like american pie
in the audi riding, gl!ck on my side
a n_gga move wrong, he could die
glock on me big as wave rod
i’m not religious, i’ll send a n_gga to god
? going f_cking crazy
i jump in the audi, i feel like a racer
before t.i. and chris brown i was taker
leave holes in a n_gga face like jason
hid my dirty .380 in the bas_m_nt
mama never found it, never had to say sh_t
i’m 823, b_tch i’m sanctioned
put the glock down on ’em and spank ’em
do a n_gga like a racist crackеr and hang him
i lock that work like kurt angle
i’m not tucking sh_t, my chains gone danglе
.556 sh_lls came out a durango
walked in with a blue suit like django
i’m a crack dealer n_gga from the ’80s with a kangol
these n_ggas undercover cops like tango
you folded under pressure, say it ain’t so
times got bad, i gave unk soul
all sales final, refund? no!
don’t make it hot knocking on the door
i remember times sleeping on the floor
stomach empty, couldn’t even smoke
i rob a n_gga while he’s with his hoe
when you’re at the bottom, only one way to go
glock in my hand like i’m g.i. joe
aunty came back, said she need some more
i’mma go for the dub, not a finger roll
12 chopped the block with the pick and roll
but i ditched that work ?
sh_t’ll get uglier than scotty pippen
if your b_tch with me, then i probably pimped her
i walk in this b_tch like “keep your distance”
up the gl!ck on a n_gga and get to hitting
why the f_ck you keep trying to look in my eyes
i know you want to know what i’m thinking in my mind
if you want me to tell you, cool, fine
right now i’m thinking about a homicide
right now i’m thinking about robbing you
pap bugging, tweaking out that f_cking blue
i’mma shoot my uncle dead in his face
shoot ’till there’s no more head or face
shoot at the casket in the wake
shoot at the casket in the funeral
go to the grave like a urinal
on his grave, i paint a mural on it
every junkie in my hood love me
b_tch see pap, bet she wanna f_ck me
n_ggas be talking like they tough
see the glock, now you not tough
now n_ggas wanna be polite
now everything is all “excuse me, my bad”
you lucky i don’t bust your f_cking ass
only thing that saved you is you brodie dad
i will beat your ass on live
at your house like “come outside”
there’s so many viewers on the live
i’m finna beat you like joe did jackson 5s
finna beat you like pootie tang with the belt
beat the sh_t out you ’till you p_ss on yourself
beat the sh_t out you ’till you sh_t on yourself
pistol whip you with the fifth in my belt
real rx

- rx papi

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